Wake-Up Call

"May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable to You, Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer." - Psalm 19:14

That means everything I think, say and do, every day. Do my actions reflect Christ in all His glory?

Nope. But it can happen, with His help.

I Rave About Vermont

I love being in Vermont.

This weekend, I went to Chapin Farms with these lovely ladies. We picked apples, chose a pumpkin and bought cider. The next day, we went to the farmer's market downtown and bought vegetables, which we ate on pasta that night. I absolutely love the idea of eating local and supporting the farming community here in the Burlington area. Go, localvores!

One of my professors was telling my class this week that the tomatoes you buy in the grocery store are generically modified so that they can be dropped from up to six feet and not splatter; that way they will travel well (which they have to do, since most of our produce comes from California). Eh. That's a scary thought, but it's the price paid for having pineapple and mangoes and peaches and pears on the shelves in the middle of January; very unseasonable.

Anyway, the long and short of it is that Vermont is great and that everyone should live here, especially during the plentiful harvest and brilliant days of autumn.

On Singlehood

It occurs to me, as I walk back to Pontigs from class by myself in the crisp coolness of an autumn evening, that I enjoy my independence too much to surrender it. Singlehood is constantly decried by movies, books and magazines providing a how-to on "getting your man"; I don't think it's given enough credit as a comfortable and even enviable state. I will enjoy this season as I walk through it, rather than sprint by impatiently and ignore its beauty.

Come Ye

"If you tarry till you're better, you'll never come at all."

This has been so true for me lately. There are things that I struggle to leave behind me, but it's immensely difficult to break out of my vicious cycle. Because it's an uphill battle (in the mud, because I'm sliding), I really don't want to go to God with it. Ouch.

I'm imperfect, and it's hard to show that face to Someone holy.

Anybody else out there with the same struggles? I could use your advice.